Darkness everywhere. Pressure on every part of me. Am I breathing? I can no longer tell. Who would've ever thought that I would end up dying like this. I'm not afraid of death, of dying, so why am I crying? I can feel them on my face, wet and tasting of salt. Ah, now I know why I am crying. My heart seems to know, too. Every beat of it feels like a thousand needles have been stabbed into my body, most of them concentrated into my chest. I would wince from the pain if I could, but I can't move. My whole body has become numb. Have I been drugged? Maybe. A sob escapes me. Dang, how did I end up in a situation like this? If only I never moved here. If only I had kept to myself like I would have done any other time. If only I hadn't met him, then at least this death would have been so much easier...
 Fallen Without Sin · Sat Jan 30, 2010 @ 06:22pm · 2 Comments |
